Temple of the Dark Moon

knowing how internet is in our beloved UTP, blogs are not normally updated as it usually should but with god’s grace i managed to return to my birth place to use one of god’s best gift… streamyx. just a click, i and i get to destinations that would have cost me hours and hours of frustrating clickings and re-clickings. I was desperate to use the internet since being cut off for so long… its like a torture not surfing the net for things u dyingly need.

eventful as UTP is, i never really wanted to be part of it partly because its really hypocritic most of times… we only do half sorry we only do Three-fourth of the things we do because some idiot big shot decided to visit the most prestigious University our very own Toronto has. and happily enough, one such event manage to absorb me into ranks of zombies to perform the ‘Lords’ demands. There was absolutely no negotiation, u are chosen, u do it. no excuses honey.

Engineers from some UK institute decided to head to UTP on the blessed day of Tuesday, a day after i have my test on monday night and after a hectic week of lab and passing up my lab report on wednesday, deadline for CPDE assignment on thursday and handing up my Reaction homework on friday. On the tuesday of that very hectic week, i was lumbering around the room in the morning, ready to enjoy a day of liberation from classes. Fate has it that my course mate Zainal has to knock on my door to announce the very mysterious news of meeting Dr Suzana (she absolutely hates it if u every forget to mention Dr) at around 4pm… what a kill joy. so the rest of my day is spent dreaming of all sorts of reason as to why should this mysterious meeting is taking place. for a fleeting moment i tot perhaps she has the time to check assignments and found out that i copied blindly. Well, that quickly went out of the picture…i mean she could have just told me off during lecture anyways. 4 pm came sooner than i expected…serious pissed off because it disrupted my plan of DOTAing… cant get enough of it ya know. To my surprise, i wasnt the only one called into this mysterious meeting, Jenny and Evon was also involved. come to think of it..its a bit stupid to think that i was the only one called for this meeting. she made us wait for about half an hour before she actually came out from her meeting to finally brief us what she wanted us to do.

Cutting the story short, i was absolutely, positively angry when i got to know that i am supposed to present on a lab experiment that i have never done before… and more importantly, i wouldnt be doing it either for my other lab session. its was like an uncalled for burden. i already have enough on my plate and here i am, been given another plateful of pickles…:S

Fuming? oh yes… i grumbled and mumbled to myself all the way back to my dorm… i would’ve screamed if douglas wasnt in the room. Why the tension u may ask… well, since i am going to be questioned by engineers from UK, i am picturing Viva sessions with mr Zamri multiplied by ten times. so u see, i need to know inside out of every principle, every step, every god damned detail i can think of so i can survive this to save my dignity (this is TRULY stupid). my frustrations increased when the library proved to be of no help this time and the internet can barely even go the yahoo page. armed with an empty hand to go against a possible MOAB, irritable level sky rocketed. This was not the way i intend to fight…

weekend passed in flash, and i spent my whole saturday reading Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials book 3: The Amber Spyglass. Tuesday came, trembling with nervousness, i took out my anxiety on anyone that i can see, joking and laughing at every instance. ppl might have thought i was nuts. The best part was, after all the anguish and frustrations for nearly a week, they came, asked some questions about the experiment which i answered after reading a sample report, shaked hands..and that was it. the whole thing took just 10 minutes. and it went rather well considering the person who interviewed us uttered the word ‘good’. harping on this event for nearly a week destroyed my previous week… stupid isnt it?